Yes, wherever they trampled my feet
There will be my land and my home
Which does not drive me out, eject me
From my place and my home
Robbed me of water, food and medications
And for the stranger cheaply sold me and gave me
And he wanted to grasp my faith and my tenet
Killing and displacing my children and my children
Disband to him my effort and my work
The one who was meditates by my tongue
And remind him always in my prayers
Joy and cheered for my tears and my blood
Woe and woe to him from colorless fulfilling
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I would like to translate this poem